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DISCLAIMER!!
I do not own the drawing, my wonderful friend Lithestep drew it
The design was made by hailmoosifer
Also, special thanks to both pastel-narwhal , paesb , and daliish
for letting me borrow some parts of the layout description

B A S I C S
Current Name: Primrose
Namesake: After the flower.
Pronounciation: prim-rose

Previous Name(s): n/a
  Nickname(s): Prim, Flower (by Heath), Rose

Age: 1 year, 10 months. (22 months/moons)
  Age Joined: At birth

Gender: Female
  Gender Identity: Female

Clan: FireClan
  Previous: n/a

Rank: Warrior
      Current Apprentice: Match (Sammsy-Chan )
Previous Apprentice(s): n/a
Previous Mentor(s): Scoria (TaiYung )

Religious Beliefs: ★★★★★
"Oh, well of course I believe! Sometimes I have dreams, you know, and I see my brother.. I miss him, but he keeps me believing! He always has! Oh, and if you ask me... I believe the Avatar will come to us, one day. Hey! Perhaps they're hidden among us? Wouldn't that be interesting?"

P H Y S I C A L
Breed:
  50% Oriental SH, 40% Lavender Point Siamese, 10% Chausie

Fur Statistics:
●●●●○○○○○○ ➟ Rough
●●●●●●○○○○ ➟ Soft
●●○○○○○○○○ ➟ Long
●●●●●●●●○○ ➟ Short

Build Statistics:
●●●●●○○○○○ ➟ Tall
●●●●●○○○○○ ➟ Short
●●●●●●●●○○ ➟ Slim
●●○○○○○○○○ ➟ Muscular

Overall Description:
Primrose is a quaint, slightly below average sized she-cat. Her lavender colored pelt is quite striking, and resembles that of her mother's. She has loose spotting scattered along her pelt, a trait she inherited from her father, being as he was more of a spotted tabby rather than one with jagged lines or marble patterns. Prim has a set of stunning periwinkle colored gaze, leading most to think that her eyes are not quite blue, or purple, but a perfect mix between the two. She has wiry muscle that outlines her petite stature, mostly covering her legs and hindquarters, making her quite good at jumping and leaping. For the most part, her fur is sleek, however there are a few tufts here there spotted on her cheeks and chest.

Scars:
Four claw marks beneath her left eye, given to her by her mother, Ianthe.

Noticeable Traits:

Her fur has a pinkish purpleish tint to it. Most likely due to the fact that the Lavender Point gene runs obviously within her.

Known Disabilities:

None to be noted

Accessories:

n/a

Voice:

Skylar Grey [ Example #1 | Example #2 ]

P E R S O N A L I T Y
= Neutral Trait |  = Good Trait |  = Bad Trait

{ Optimistic } "Don't worry! I'm sure things will look up. How about we go hunting to get your mind off of whatever is troubling you instead, yeah?"
    [ synonyms : hopeful, positive, cheerful, bright ]
Primrose has always been an optimistic individual, ever since she was a kit. This blossomed even more so, despite her upbringing, as she aged. Her optimism can sometimes go hand in hand with her naive spirit, but even so, she always has good intentions at heart, and never has any ulterior motives when it comes to her kindness, unlike her sisters. Whenever she sees a Clan mate down on themselves, she always feel obligated to at least try and lift their spirits, even if her presence is less than welcomed.

{ Clumsy } "Ah, did you kno--WOOOAH" (imagine her just falling on her face for this one)
    [ synonyms : awkward, graceless, uncoordinated, accident-prone ]
Primrose is known for her clumsiness, in fact, her clumsiness has even been known to have killed her brother, even if it was an unfortunate accident. It perhaps one of her greatest flaws, or well, she's deems it one, and so does her family. Although she is accident prone, it doesn't mean she isn't clumsy in other ways. When flustered, she can act incredibly awkward when speaking, which kind of makes her out to be a bit of a dork at times.

{ Caring } "Hey now, don't be too down on yourself.."
    [ synonyms : considerate, kind, understanding, loving ]
Primrose is known for her kindness above all else. Her understanding, and loving nature make her a perfect candidate to talk to with troubling things. Being that she is an individual with boundless kindness, she is always one to put others first before herself, and that is exactly what she does as a warrior. She protects them to the best of her abilities, and makes sure to even hunt and feed those whom cannot hunt for themselves.

{ Thoughtful } "I wonder..."
    [ synonyms : reflective, meditative, rapt, absorbed ]
Primrose is known to be quite thoughtful. At times, when she is by herself during the late hours of the night, she'll watch the stars and fall into deep thought. Normally, she thinks about what her brother is up to in the spirit world, or when will the avatar arrive, or who the avatar will be, and what kind of individual they'd be as well. She even wonders what the other clans may be doing as well, seeing as she finds the other clans quite intriguing.

{ Forgiving / Merciful } "Even if you've wronged me in the past.. I forgive you."
    [ synonyms : lenient, magnanimous, softhearted, forbearing ]
Primrose has never been known to keep a grudge, even towards those whom have wronged her in the past. She's always been the forgiving sort, and although this might be seen as a good trait, Primrose can be far too forgiving. And in most cases, her forgiveness is a bad thing. Primrose is also too merciful to kill someone, meaning, even if it was required that she would have to, she most likely wouldn't do so. Some may call such acts weak, but Primrose knows herself not to be a killer, and vows to never kill anybody (this is especially so after her brother's death) in her lifetime.

{ Motivated / Determined } "Don't worry, I'll get this done in no time!" Or "I'll show them!"
    [ synonyms : enthusiastic, driven, unwavering, tenacious ]
Primrose is quite a motivated and determined she-cat. In every way possible, she wants to show others that she is capable of being a warrior without the use of bending, and that she isn't just some lowly she-cat whom can be pushed around for her lack of firebending ability. Those whom dislike her, and question her, are those whom keep her motivated and determined to better herself in every way possible, be it in her hunting, fighting, tracking, or anything else. This has led Primrose to be quite intelligent and fairly skilled in all basic warriorly aspects. Thus, quite a formidable she-cat despite being unable to bend the element of fire.

{ Charitable } "Look, I'm not exactly supposed to do this.. But here, have the prey I caught, you need it."
    [ synonyms : generous, broad-minded, humanitarian, benevolent ]
Primrose is always keen on giving to those whom are less fortunate than she, even if she is quite unfortunate to begin with. Although, she always reminds herself there are always others in worse situations. When she sees someone in need, she is inclined to help them, considering she can't exactly live with herself if she walked away from someone whom needed her help. If she's capable, she would most certainly to whatever that is needed to help another.

{ Naive } "I don't know, maybe we should give them the benefit of the doubt?"
    [ synonyms : innocent, guileless, trusting, ingenious ]
Primrose is definitely thought to be naive, and in a sense, she is. She can be too trusting of others, and perhaps her ideas can seem far fetched compared to others. Her innocence is quite obvious, even if she knows that there is bad in the world as well as danger. She likes to give even the unkindest of individuals the benefit of the doubt, and at times, that can prove to be a disadvantage for her.

{ Droll } "What kind of offspring do you get when you mix a Firebender and an Earthbender? A Lavabender, duh!"
    [ synonyms : funny, humorous, amusing, comical ]
Primrose is known to be quite the joker when it comes down to it. She especially loves to joke around when she learns a new joke or two, and share them with her friends, even if they may find them not so funny. This trait also shows itself when she finds those upset. She often tries to use her sense of humor as a mood lifter. She always finds a good joke able to make another smile and laugh, which is what she is looking for.

[ Overall ]
Clumsy
Forgiving/Merciful
Naive
Thoughtful
Charitable
Droll
Optimistic
Caring
Motivated / Determined

[ Extra Traits ]
Selfless
Nerdy / Intelligent
Bold / Brave

[ Likes ]
Crafts. She loves making pretty things for others.
Heath, she likes him.. A lot.
Kits and Apprentices. She absolutely loves the younger generation!
Gardening. It's a secret. But she really does enjoy it.

[ Dislikes ]
Bullies, those who degrade others, especially for stupid things
Climbing Trees
The cold

[ Hobbies ]
Making Crafts
Exploring for things she can use for crafts
Gardening
Hanging out with Heath and Sun

[ Goals ]
To become a great warrior
To one day gain her clan's respect
One day gain her family's forgiveness

[ Fears ]
Heights
Being alone
Losing her connection with her brother
Losing the respect of her friends.

S E X U A L I T Y
Current Mate: n/a
  Previous Mate(s): n/a

Orientation: Biromantic, Bisexual
    Activity: Pure, virgin
  Mate Status: Open
"Well... I'm not opposed to the thought of a mate."

Looking For:

Lasting Relationship - ✔
Quick Fling - x
Unsure - x

Finds Attractive: [ Heath || FireClan || daliish ]
      Finds Unattractive: [name || clan || user/npc]

Preferences:
Heath. Heath. Heath. Heath. Heath. Shh, don't tell anybody.

S K I L L S
Basic Statistics:
Attack: ●●●●●●○○○○ Stamina: ●●●●●●●●○○ Strength: ●●●●○○○○○○ Agility: ●●●●●●●●○○ Defense: ●●●●●●●○○○
Tactic: ●●●●●●●○○○ Speed: ●●●●●●○○○○ Intelligence: ●●●●●●●●●○

Skill Statistics:
Hunting: ●●●●●●●●●○ Tracking: ●●●●●●●●○○ Stalking: ●●●●●●●○○○ Swimming: ●●●●●●●○○○ Jumping: ●●●●●●○○○○
Climbing: ●●○○○○○○○○   Stealth: ●●●●●●●●●○ Herbal/Plant/Fungus Knowledge: ●●●●●●○○○○

[ Strengths ]
Fantastic Hunter / Stalker / Tracker
Quite Agile
Strong swimmer
Knowledgeable about Herbs
[ Weaknesses ]
Not Very strong
Not the best tree climber
Nonbender

F A M I L Y T R E E
  Mother:
    Ianthe | NPC | FireClan - A lithe Siamese lavender pointed she-cat with white paws and purple-ish eyes.

Father:
    Citron | NPC | FireClan - A dull gray colored tom with a darker gray tabby markings coupled with light blue eyes

Littermates:
    Aster | Deceased | Spirit World - Dark brown tabby tom with green eyes (the oddball of the litter, his appearance comes from his uncle, Ender)
Cercis | Tryout Link Here | FireClan - Dull gray colored she-cat with a darker gray stripe down her back and purpleish eyes.
Lilac | Tryout Link Here | FireClan - Dull gray colored she-cat with a darker gray stripe down her back and light blue eyes.

Other Siblings:
  n/a

Mate:
None as of yet

Kits:
None as of yet

R E L A T I O N S H I P S
Click Here for Relationships

T R I V I A
Theme Song: To be decided!

[ Favorites ]
    Prey: Mice
    Season: Spring
    Time of Day: Dawn
    Color: Pastel yellow
    Scent: Lillies
    Place: Anywhere near WaterClan borders.
    Activity: Looking for materials for her crafts and hanging out with Sun and Heath, as well as Gardening

[ Fun Facts ]
TO BE ADDED

H I S T O R Y

Prologue:
Once upon a time, before Primrose was born, there were two felines. One of them, a she-cat by the name of Ianthe, was a pretty lavender pointed she-cat with striking features and silky smooth fur. The other, a tom, known to all as Citron, a sturdily built male with grey fur and dark spotting. Both felines were avid Firebenders, greatly known for their skill, as well as their genetics. Coming from a long line of benders, every kit borne to the lineage was always a bender. However, there were a select few, whom were nonbenders, whom were borne. Considered a waste, even a disease to the family, they were often shunned and disowned. The lineage had no space of weakness, only power and greatness. Those whom fell within these lines were, for example, Citron’s brother, Ender (Enderbite, but goes by Ender). Fortunately for the family, the tom dispersed a long time ago. Citron and Ianthe grew up together, first becoming best friends, and later lovers. It wasn’t long until the two were expecting a litter, a litter in which they had high hopes for.

Chatper I: Kithood
Citron and Ianthe were graced with four lovely balls of fur. There was a single male, named Aster, with brown markings that resembled Citron’s brother, Ender, and three girls. Two were considered twins, both taking on the grey coloration of their father’s fur, as well as inheriting the trade mark Siamese markings of darker points on the face, ears, paws, and tail. Their names were Cercis and Lilac. And then their smallest, Primrose, whom inherited her mother’s lavender coloring, as well as her father’s spotted pattern. As the kits aged, Citron and Ianthe noticed that only three of their kits had shown the tell tale spark of a Firebender. While their youngest, Primrose, had lacked such a spark. The discovery of Primrose being a nonbender was something that both horrified and disgusted the young kit’s parents. Growing up with a strict family code on either side, their prejudice, unfortunately, ruled their decision, leaving Primrose shutout from her family. The only one whom did stick around, however, was her brother, Aster. Aster was Citron’s and Ianthe’s pride and joy. He was a strong bender, and showed potential to become a firebending prodigy. But despite the fact that Citron and Lotus would often teach Aster, as well as Lilac and Cercis, the code of their family, he was always the one to rebel by keeping his sister, Primrose, company. He often mentioned her around his parents, even convincing them to bring her a long sometimes on mini training sessions, where Primrose would watch her siblings create little sparks of wonder. Despite being cast out by her parents, Primrose rarely ever felt envious. She didn’t mind not being able to bend, however, there were times that she had wished for such. But it was always brief, and the thought always faded away. By watching these training sessions, such inspired Primrose to become great. With Aster to support her every decision, Primrose knew she could achieve great heights. She wanted to show her parents, her sisters, and anybody else whom doubted her, just what she was capable of. She wanted to show others, that she didn’t need to be a Firebender to be important. She wanted to destroy the prejudice that lingered in FireClan, or any clan for that matter, once and for all. Primrose had shared the den with other kits too. One time, when she was left behind, alone in the nursery, she had befriended two toms around her age by the names of Heath and Sun. Initially, she was first quite close to Sun, the two often conversing and playing together, while she and Heath, often sparred. Primrose of course, had always lost to the tom, being as he was bigger and stronger, but she never held no grudges. Her losses were her gain, she’d learn from her mistakes, and become better because of them. To Primrose, these spars held more meaning to her than most would realize. As Primrose aged, the farther the distance between her parents and sisters got, but at the same time, her bond with Aster became unbreakable. It was obvious that Primrose was Aster’s favorite sisters, and because of that, Cercis and Lilac used such as a reason to dislike Primrose even more. But even so, Primrose never did hate them. They were victims of the silly code that had been passed down from generation to generation. The kit had always believed, that one day, her sisters would come to their senses. A moon prior to Primrose’s apprenticeship, she had been sparring with Heath. He had gotten much bigger, and his style of sparring became a lot rougher than most other kits their age. During one of their spars, Heath had pushed her away a lot harder than expected, thus causing Primrose to stumble and fall, hitting her head on a rock. Fortunately, however, it wasn’t bad enough that she needed to visit the Clan healer, although she was taken back to the Nursery to recuperate from her injury. Later that day, Heath came to apologize, and Primrose, understanding completely, forgave him without question. From that day on, the two became closer friends.

Chatper II: Apprenticehood
Luckily, Primrose’s injury didn’t hold her back from becoming an Apprentice. Although the day was full of celebration within her family, she was obviously uninvited. But that didn’t matter, as she was assigned a mentor, known as Scoria. The she-cat had a gruff and cold exterior, and more often than not, she was strict with Primrose. But that didn’t bother the she-cat at all. Determined to do what she had wanted to do ever since she was a kit, she wanted to show her Mentor, just how much potential she had, even as a nonbender. During Primrose’s apprenticeship, she saw Aster a lot less than she normally would. But they always seemed to make time between their training. One day, Aster had shared a story about his adventure to the Dragon Heights, and immediately Primrose had asked if he could show her the location, as she had never been there before. Aster had accepted, and the two snuck out of camp. When the pair had arrived, Primrose had been overwhelmed by the sight. A little voice in her head had told her to climb it, and so, she did. Aster had warned her to be careful, and just in case, he followed her up the jagged stones. However, before Primrose could even reach half way, she stumbled and slammed into a rock, jostling it. Immediately, the earth seemed to shake, and rocks began to tumble. Aster was quick to save Primrose, knocking her out of the way as a rock came bearing down on her. But unfortunately, in the chaos the pursued, Aster was caught in the landslide, and crushed. Once the dust settled, Primrose had tried to dig her brother out, but it was no use. The sound of the landslide had alerted many clan mates, and they congregated at the Dragon Heights, only to question Primrose of what had happened. She confessed everything, including the fact that Aster warned her not to climb it. Ianthe, had been one of the cats gathered, and once she had heard the story, she was quick to approach the young apprentice. Aster was Ianthe’s pride and joy, and to have such taken away by a useless nonbender, it had severely angered her. Because of this, Ianthe lashed out on Primrose, shouting about how it should have been her, the nonbender, whom died, instead of Aster. Ultimately, Lotus left Primrose with four deep gashes on her cheek, gashes that would surely scar. From that point on, Primrose was completely disowned and cast out by her family, and many other FireClan warriors, were wary of her. The time after her brother’s death was a difficult one for Primrose. It left the she-cat in a dark place. The only cats she could rely on were her friends, Heath and Sun. Heath, although not very good at being reassuring, was there for her through it all. He provided her whatever solace she needed, a friend to talk to, a shoulder to cry on, anything. And for that, she was truly grateful. It came to her attention, that it was Heath that she could act normally around, just like how she acted with her brother. During her grief, she had picked up some hobbies such as crafting and gardening. Gardening was a strange thing, but she picked up on it quick. It all started when one day she wandered a long the borders between WaterClan and FireClan, only to notice a few buds beginning to grow on FireClan’s side of the territory. They were Asters, the flower in which her late brother was named after. It was like a sign from her own brother, to Prim. The sight of the flowers gave Primrose a light in the darkness she had been surrounded in. It reminded her of her goals, of what she had wanted. Ever since, Primrose began growing in a secret place nearby camp. As for the crafting she had learned such from watching Tinder from afar (i.e she learned how to make flower crowns by watching him) it provided Primrose solace, as well as a way to give those she cared for something special. Once Primrose had fully broken out of the shell of grief, she went straight back to work, seeing as she had fallen slightly behind. Heath had offered his help, and training alongside his brother, Sun, made the training all the more fun! However, such was brief, seeing as Heath soon became wrapped up in his duties to his mentor, leaving both Prim and Sun to themselves. Primrose didn’t mind, but she did notice how Sun seemed to have been falling into depression. Because of this, she often hung out with the tom, offering him a shoulder to lean on, and ears to listen whenever he needed to vent. Due to this, their bond strengthened. Once Heath returned, it was almost like he was a different tom completely. He was more quiet, and he barely ever showed emotion. It worried Primrose, and she’d often hint that, if he needed to talk, she’d always be willing, but only when he was ready. She wasn’t the sort to force such out of Heath, and she didn’t think that would be the way to do it, anyways. So instead, she carried on with their friendship, support both brothers through thick and thin. Although Primrose had slacked on her training, she was able to catch up, thanks to Heath and Sun, as well as her mentor, whom never seemed to give up on her. She became quite a skilled hunter, and even a decent fighter when it came to paw to paw combat.

Chatper III: Warriorhood
Becoming a Warrior of FireClan was something Primrose had been waiting for her entire life, and now, she was one. Having had her ceremony along side her sisters, as well as Heath and Sun, she felt quite content. Although, she thought about Aster as well, and how this would have been his ceremony if it weren’t for her. But those thoughts were banished, for she knew he was watching over her. He’d always watch over her, and he’d always have her back. She knew this, even in death, their bond was unshakable. After the ceremony was over, there was a significant moment, in which she had watched her sisters be fawned over by her parents, while she, just sat in the sidelines. Deep down, Primrose had always wanted the approval of her parents, and she thought by becoming a warrior, she would be able to do that. However, that seemed to not be so. But instead of gaining her parents approval, she was visited by Heath, whom had both congratulated her, and expressed, in his own way, that he was proud of her. That alone was enough to make Primrose happy as well as forget her troubles.

When it was announced that the Avatar was Lazuli of FireClan, Primrose had seemed to have been filled with a fresh boost of hope. Her blind faith that the Avatar would return hadn't been for naught. That night back in FireClan, a party had been thrown, in which she participated alongside Heath and his brother Sun. After that, when the next day came, Primrose watched as Lazuli and Astilbe left to visit the other clans so that Lazuli could learn the elements. However, during the Avatar's absence, Primrose noticed a change, everybody had been preparing, and for what, Primrose didn't want to know. But the day came, when FireClan announced that they'd be attacking WaterClan, and although Primrose disagreed completely with the notion, she saw Heath volunteer himself. Immediately, she stood up as well. She wasn't going to let her best friend go into battle alone. When the time came, Primrose was absolutely terrified, especially when she had been attacked by a park pelted tom. He was strong, and she knew she couldn't beat him by herself, but she fought anyways, not for more territory, but to simply defend herself. It was when Heath had jumped in to help her, did she realize she wasn't fighting to defend herself, but defend Heath. She was fighting for him, and only him. He was the reason she was there, after all. The result of the fight had caused Heath to become quite injured to the point he could no longer fight, and being that she was the only thing between her best friend and their attacker, Primrose found that she had no choice but to defend Heath. And that she did, and surprisingly, she had won. Soon after, WaterClan fled, and Primrose watched, sadness gripping at her very being. She didn't want this.

R O L E P L A Y
Current Status: Open
  Timezone: EST; Eastern Standard Time

  Roleplay Availability:

      Chatrooms - This isn't my most preferred method, but I'm willing to try it.

      Notes - This is perhaps my most preferred method.

      Skype - This is another method I like as well.

      Google Docs - I've never done this before, but I'm willing to try. You just have to explain this method to me.

      Forum - I've never posted on a forum before, although I've been to forum sites, they're pretty complicated to me. But I can try, but I might respond
slower than usual considering I need to figure out how to do it.

      Comments - I've actually never Roleplayed in the comments before, but to my knowledge it can be pretty crowded. I don't exactly prefer this method.

      Roleplay Ratings:
  G - Yes
  PG - Yes
PG-13 - Yes
  R/M - Yes

Roleplay Example: Taken from a drabble I wrote

Shrewmask thought she had been dreaming. Or more like, she wished she had been dreaming. At least, whatever happened in dreams, were never real. But this, this was certainly real.

Before her lay the frozen, hairless body of the one cat that she could honestly say that probably meant the most to her out of the many cats she had met during her lifetime. Or one of them, at the very least. Curled up, cold and and unresponsive, was Maggotbelly. A cat in which Shrewmask had loved from afar ever since the very beginning of her time with StormClan. It had been moons ago, but she could remember the first day she met him, so warm and kind to her, whom never questioned her strength or abilities as a cat. He had been one of the many few, and now, he lay dead before her. Cold and alone. This wasn't supposed to happen, not like this, and especially, not to him.

The she-cat crouched beside him, her much smaller body trying oh so desperately to curl around him, as if she could somehow, in some weird miracle, thaw him out. But he didn't stirr. He was so stiff. A sound escaped her before she even realized it, as well as the wetness on her cheeks that had somehow had now came to her realization. How long had she been crying? Did she just start? Or did she begin when she had first laid eyes on him, but too numb to notice from the initial shock? She didn't know. But those salty tears streamed, and the loud wails that escaped her left her throat raw and aching. But she didn't stop, couldn't stop.

"Maggot...belly." It was the first word she had managed during her sobbing, and still the way her voice contorted with /emotion/ was extremely unfamiliar to her. Was that her even speaking? It had to be, nobody else was around to see her in such a pitiful state. She pressed herself as close as she possibly could, her body contorting to fit against his. She searched for comfort, just like she had done when she was a kit, and naturally, his warmth would have enveloped her and left her feeling sleepy and lulled into contentment. But there was none of that here, just a cold, empty body of what once was the tom she loved dearly, whom she still loved dearly, even in death.

Death...

Maggotbelly.. Dead... It was so uncanny to her. How could he be... dead. How could something so warm, so kind, and so deserving of life, be dead? Left in the cold to freeze; forgotten. No, this wasn't what was supposed to happen! This wasn't Maggotbelly's place! He should have died, old and content beside Littlefoot. Not alone, and so utterly cold that even the blood that pumped through his viens were frozen. This was not his place. No, this was her place. She was supposed to die alone, frozen as no cat wished to sleep beside her. This was not a death worthy for him, he deserved to die at peace, as an elder. That was supposed to be the way he went.

Slowly, instead of sadness, anger began to fill the void in her heart. Bitter, hateful anger. Who did this? Who left him alone?! Why wasn't Littlefoot around?! Littlefoot... the she-cat Maggotbelly had chosen to spend his life with, and she was nowhere! Did she even care that her mate was dead, frozen solid by the deathly chill of leaf-bare? How could she let such a valuable tom pass in such a way! She should have been around, to keep him warm through even the coldest of nights! Why... wasn't she here.

Why did Shrewmask have to lay beside the tom she loved so dearly, for the first time in moons, but he was not conscious of it? Why did he have to be dead.. Sadness took over her entire being once more, and she just lay there, allowing the warm and salty tears to melt the snow that they fell upon. Why! Why? Why...

Why did he have to be taken away from her just when she was finally used to watching and admiring him from afar. If StarClan was real, why did they decide that it was his time to pass on? Why did every good being that meant something to her, had to be taken away? Why did she have to be alone? It wasn't fun being alone, she had known loneliness for her entire life, but still, the loneliness she had felt in that moment, could not equate to any pain she had felt in her lifetime. Her chest was tight, and breathes in themselves were hard to get in and out of her lungs. Her paws were numb with cold, and she could barely feel the tips of her ears. But all of that didn't matter! It'd never matter! She knew from that moment on, a deep wound had been left within her heart, one she was sure that would never heal. It'd always remain open and bleeding. A life without Maggotbelly hardly seemed like a life at all... She'd miss those times, where she had found strange pride to have lined his nest with feathers. Or to greet him with a small, and barely audible 'hello' whenever she could. Maybe even a privledge to see that smile of his, even though it wasn't her that made him feel happiness. It was all enough to make Shrewmask at least somewhat content. But what now? Would there be any of that anymore? Certainly not! The thought alone tore the already gaping hole in Shrewmask's heart bigger.

From now on, no Maggotbelly. There would be no way she could have told him she loved him now, her first love. The one of the very few persons she feared for; fought for, lived for. The tom whom she would have protected with her life! The feline whom she had loved without reason... That had never, and would never love her in the same way. He was gone, completely, from her life now. And there was no way of bringing him back. No amount of bodyheat shared would thaw the life back into him. No, nothing could be done.

So without knowing what else to do, than to feel sorry for herself and her poor excuse of a life, and feel sorry for her dear friend, and beloved, Maggotbelly, she wept.

"I'm so, so sorry..." She said, the words broken and barely distinguished. I love you she thought. I'm sorry, so sorry.

Description

DISCLAIMER!!
I do not own the drawing, my wonderful friend Lithestep drew it
The design was made by hailmoosifer
Also, special thanks to both pastel-narwhal , paesb , and daliish
for letting me borrow some parts of the layout description

B A S I C S
Current Name: Primrose
Namesake: After the flower.
Pronounciation: prim-rose

Previous Name(s): n/a
  Nickname(s): Prim, Flower (by Heath), Rose

Age: 1 year, 10 months. (22 months/moons)
  Age Joined: At birth

Gender: Female
  Gender Identity: Female

Clan: FireClan
  Previous: n/a

Rank: Warrior
      Current Apprentice: Match (Sammsy-Chan )
Previous Apprentice(s): n/a
Previous Mentor(s): Scoria (TaiYung )

Religious Beliefs: ★★★★★
"Oh, well of course I believe! Sometimes I have dreams, you know, and I see my brother.. I miss him, but he keeps me believing! He always has! Oh, and if you ask me... I believe the Avatar will come to us, one day. Hey! Perhaps they're hidden among us? Wouldn't that be interesting?"

P H Y S I C A L
Breed:
  50% Oriental SH, 40% Lavender Point Siamese, 10% Chausie

Fur Statistics:
●●●●○○○○○○ ➟ Rough
●●●●●●○○○○ ➟ Soft
●●○○○○○○○○ ➟ Long
●●●●●●●●○○ ➟ Short

Build Statistics:
●●●●●○○○○○ ➟ Tall
●●●●●○○○○○ ➟ Short
●●●●●●●●○○ ➟ Slim
●●○○○○○○○○ ➟ Muscular

Overall Description:
Primrose is a quaint, slightly below average sized she-cat. Her lavender colored pelt is quite striking, and resembles that of her mother's. She has loose spotting scattered along her pelt, a trait she inherited from her father, being as he was more of a spotted tabby rather than one with jagged lines or marble patterns. Prim has a set of stunning periwinkle colored gaze, leading most to think that her eyes are not quite blue, or purple, but a perfect mix between the two. She has wiry muscle that outlines her petite stature, mostly covering her legs and hindquarters, making her quite good at jumping and leaping. For the most part, her fur is sleek, however there are a few tufts here there spotted on her cheeks and chest.

Scars:
Four claw marks beneath her left eye, given to her by her mother, Ianthe.

Noticeable Traits:

Her fur has a pinkish purpleish tint to it. Most likely due to the fact that the Lavender Point gene runs obviously within her.

Known Disabilities:

None to be noted

Accessories:

n/a

Voice:

Skylar Grey [ Example #1 | Example #2 ]

P E R S O N A L I T Y
= Neutral Trait |  = Good Trait |  = Bad Trait

{ Optimistic } "Don't worry! I'm sure things will look up. How about we go hunting to get your mind off of whatever is troubling you instead, yeah?"
    [ synonyms : hopeful, positive, cheerful, bright ]
Primrose has always been an optimistic individual, ever since she was a kit. This blossomed even more so, despite her upbringing, as she aged. Her optimism can sometimes go hand in hand with her naive spirit, but even so, she always has good intentions at heart, and never has any ulterior motives when it comes to her kindness, unlike her sisters. Whenever she sees a Clan mate down on themselves, she always feel obligated to at least try and lift their spirits, even if her presence is less than welcomed.

{ Clumsy } "Ah, did you kno--WOOOAH" (imagine her just falling on her face for this one)
    [ synonyms : awkward, graceless, uncoordinated, accident-prone ]
Primrose is known for her clumsiness, in fact, her clumsiness has even been known to have killed her brother, even if it was an unfortunate accident. It perhaps one of her greatest flaws, or well, she's deems it one, and so does her family. Although she is accident prone, it doesn't mean she isn't clumsy in other ways. When flustered, she can act incredibly awkward when speaking, which kind of makes her out to be a bit of a dork at times.

{ Caring } "Hey now, don't be too down on yourself.."
    [ synonyms : considerate, kind, understanding, loving ]
Primrose is known for her kindness above all else. Her understanding, and loving nature make her a perfect candidate to talk to with troubling things. Being that she is an individual with boundless kindness, she is always one to put others first before herself, and that is exactly what she does as a warrior. She protects them to the best of her abilities, and makes sure to even hunt and feed those whom cannot hunt for themselves.

{ Thoughtful } "I wonder..."
    [ synonyms : reflective, meditative, rapt, absorbed ]
Primrose is known to be quite thoughtful. At times, when she is by herself during the late hours of the night, she'll watch the stars and fall into deep thought. Normally, she thinks about what her brother is up to in the spirit world, or when will the avatar arrive, or who the avatar will be, and what kind of individual they'd be as well. She even wonders what the other clans may be doing as well, seeing as she finds the other clans quite intriguing.

{ Forgiving / Merciful } "Even if you've wronged me in the past.. I forgive you."
    [ synonyms : lenient, magnanimous, softhearted, forbearing ]
Primrose has never been known to keep a grudge, even towards those whom have wronged her in the past. She's always been the forgiving sort, and although this might be seen as a good trait, Primrose can be far too forgiving. And in most cases, her forgiveness is a bad thing. Primrose is also too merciful to kill someone, meaning, even if it was required that she would have to, she most likely wouldn't do so. Some may call such acts weak, but Primrose knows herself not to be a killer, and vows to never kill anybody (this is especially so after her brother's death) in her lifetime.

{ Motivated / Determined } "Don't worry, I'll get this done in no time!" Or "I'll show them!"
    [ synonyms : enthusiastic, driven, unwavering, tenacious ]
Primrose is quite a motivated and determined she-cat. In every way possible, she wants to show others that she is capable of being a warrior without the use of bending, and that she isn't just some lowly she-cat whom can be pushed around for her lack of firebending ability. Those whom dislike her, and question her, are those whom keep her motivated and determined to better herself in every way possible, be it in her hunting, fighting, tracking, or anything else. This has led Primrose to be quite intelligent and fairly skilled in all basic warriorly aspects. Thus, quite a formidable she-cat despite being unable to bend the element of fire.

{ Charitable } "Look, I'm not exactly supposed to do this.. But here, have the prey I caught, you need it."
    [ synonyms : generous, broad-minded, humanitarian, benevolent ]
Primrose is always keen on giving to those whom are less fortunate than she, even if she is quite unfortunate to begin with. Although, she always reminds herself there are always others in worse situations. When she sees someone in need, she is inclined to help them, considering she can't exactly live with herself if she walked away from someone whom needed her help. If she's capable, she would most certainly to whatever that is needed to help another.

{ Naive } "I don't know, maybe we should give them the benefit of the doubt?"
    [ synonyms : innocent, guileless, trusting, ingenious ]
Primrose is definitely thought to be naive, and in a sense, she is. She can be too trusting of others, and perhaps her ideas can seem far fetched compared to others. Her innocence is quite obvious, even if she knows that there is bad in the world as well as danger. She likes to give even the unkindest of individuals the benefit of the doubt, and at times, that can prove to be a disadvantage for her.

{ Droll } "What kind of offspring do you get when you mix a Firebender and an Earthbender? A Lavabender, duh!"
    [ synonyms : funny, humorous, amusing, comical ]
Primrose is known to be quite the joker when it comes down to it. She especially loves to joke around when she learns a new joke or two, and share them with her friends, even if they may find them not so funny. This trait also shows itself when she finds those upset. She often tries to use her sense of humor as a mood lifter. She always finds a good joke able to make another smile and laugh, which is what she is looking for.

[ Overall ]
Clumsy
Forgiving/Merciful
Naive
Thoughtful
Charitable
Droll
Optimistic
Caring
Motivated / Determined

[ Extra Traits ]
Selfless
Nerdy / Intelligent
Bold / Brave

[ Likes ]
Crafts. She loves making pretty things for others.
Heath, she likes him.. A lot.
Kits and Apprentices. She absolutely loves the younger generation!
Gardening. It's a secret. But she really does enjoy it.

[ Dislikes ]
Bullies, those who degrade others, especially for stupid things
Climbing Trees
The cold

[ Hobbies ]
Making Crafts
Exploring for things she can use for crafts
Gardening
Hanging out with Heath and Sun

[ Goals ]
To become a great warrior
To one day gain her clan's respect
One day gain her family's forgiveness

[ Fears ]
Heights
Being alone
Losing her connection with her brother
Losing the respect of her friends.

S E X U A L I T Y
Current Mate: n/a
  Previous Mate(s): n/a

Orientation: Biromantic, Bisexual
    Activity: Pure, virgin
  Mate Status: Open
"Well... I'm not opposed to the thought of a mate."

Looking For:

Lasting Relationship - ✔
Quick Fling - x
Unsure - x

Finds Attractive: [ Heath || FireClan || daliish ]
      Finds Unattractive: [name || clan || user/npc]

Preferences:
Heath. Heath. Heath. Heath. Heath. Shh, don't tell anybody.

S K I L L S
Basic Statistics:
Attack: ●●●●●●○○○○ Stamina: ●●●●●●●●○○ Strength: ●●●●○○○○○○ Agility: ●●●●●●●●○○ Defense: ●●●●●●●○○○
Tactic: ●●●●●●●○○○ Speed: ●●●●●●○○○○ Intelligence: ●●●●●●●●●○

Skill Statistics:
Hunting: ●●●●●●●●●○ Tracking: ●●●●●●●●○○ Stalking: ●●●●●●●○○○ Swimming: ●●●●●●●○○○ Jumping: ●●●●●●○○○○
Climbing: ●●○○○○○○○○   Stealth: ●●●●●●●●●○ Herbal/Plant/Fungus Knowledge: ●●●●●●○○○○

[ Strengths ]
Fantastic Hunter / Stalker / Tracker
Quite Agile
Strong swimmer
Knowledgeable about Herbs
[ Weaknesses ]
Not Very strong
Not the best tree climber
Nonbender

F A M I L Y T R E E
  Mother:
    Ianthe | NPC | FireClan - A lithe Siamese lavender pointed she-cat with white paws and purple-ish eyes.

Father:
    Citron | NPC | FireClan - A dull gray colored tom with a darker gray tabby markings coupled with light blue eyes

Littermates:
    Aster | Deceased | Spirit World - Dark brown tabby tom with green eyes (the oddball of the litter, his appearance comes from his uncle, Ender)
Cercis | Tryout Link Here | FireClan - Dull gray colored she-cat with a darker gray stripe down her back and purpleish eyes.
Lilac | Tryout Link Here | FireClan - Dull gray colored she-cat with a darker gray stripe down her back and light blue eyes.

Other Siblings:
  n/a

Mate:
None as of yet

Kits:
None as of yet

R E L A T I O N S H I P S
Click Here for Relationships

T R I V I A
Theme Song: To be decided!

[ Favorites ]
    Prey: Mice
    Season: Spring
    Time of Day: Dawn
    Color: Pastel yellow
    Scent: Lillies
    Place: Anywhere near WaterClan borders.
    Activity: Looking for materials for her crafts and hanging out with Sun and Heath, as well as Gardening

[ Fun Facts ]
TO BE ADDED

H I S T O R Y

Prologue:
Once upon a time, before Primrose was born, there were two felines. One of them, a she-cat by the name of Ianthe, was a pretty lavender pointed she-cat with striking features and silky smooth fur. The other, a tom, known to all as Citron, a sturdily built male with grey fur and dark spotting. Both felines were avid Firebenders, greatly known for their skill, as well as their genetics. Coming from a long line of benders, every kit borne to the lineage was always a bender. However, there were a select few, whom were nonbenders, whom were borne. Considered a waste, even a disease to the family, they were often shunned and disowned. The lineage had no space of weakness, only power and greatness. Those whom fell within these lines were, for example, Citron’s brother, Ender (Enderbite, but goes by Ender). Fortunately for the family, the tom dispersed a long time ago. Citron and Ianthe grew up together, first becoming best friends, and later lovers. It wasn’t long until the two were expecting a litter, a litter in which they had high hopes for.

Chatper I: Kithood
Citron and Ianthe were graced with four lovely balls of fur. There was a single male, named Aster, with brown markings that resembled Citron’s brother, Ender, and three girls. Two were considered twins, both taking on the grey coloration of their father’s fur, as well as inheriting the trade mark Siamese markings of darker points on the face, ears, paws, and tail. Their names were Cercis and Lilac. And then their smallest, Primrose, whom inherited her mother’s lavender coloring, as well as her father’s spotted pattern. As the kits aged, Citron and Ianthe noticed that only three of their kits had shown the tell tale spark of a Firebender. While their youngest, Primrose, had lacked such a spark. The discovery of Primrose being a nonbender was something that both horrified and disgusted the young kit’s parents. Growing up with a strict family code on either side, their prejudice, unfortunately, ruled their decision, leaving Primrose shutout from her family. The only one whom did stick around, however, was her brother, Aster. Aster was Citron’s and Ianthe’s pride and joy. He was a strong bender, and showed potential to become a firebending prodigy. But despite the fact that Citron and Lotus would often teach Aster, as well as Lilac and Cercis, the code of their family, he was always the one to rebel by keeping his sister, Primrose, company. He often mentioned her around his parents, even convincing them to bring her a long sometimes on mini training sessions, where Primrose would watch her siblings create little sparks of wonder. Despite being cast out by her parents, Primrose rarely ever felt envious. She didn’t mind not being able to bend, however, there were times that she had wished for such. But it was always brief, and the thought always faded away. By watching these training sessions, such inspired Primrose to become great. With Aster to support her every decision, Primrose knew she could achieve great heights. She wanted to show her parents, her sisters, and anybody else whom doubted her, just what she was capable of. She wanted to show others, that she didn’t need to be a Firebender to be important. She wanted to destroy the prejudice that lingered in FireClan, or any clan for that matter, once and for all. Primrose had shared the den with other kits too. One time, when she was left behind, alone in the nursery, she had befriended two toms around her age by the names of Heath and Sun. Initially, she was first quite close to Sun, the two often conversing and playing together, while she and Heath, often sparred. Primrose of course, had always lost to the tom, being as he was bigger and stronger, but she never held no grudges. Her losses were her gain, she’d learn from her mistakes, and become better because of them. To Primrose, these spars held more meaning to her than most would realize. As Primrose aged, the farther the distance between her parents and sisters got, but at the same time, her bond with Aster became unbreakable. It was obvious that Primrose was Aster’s favorite sisters, and because of that, Cercis and Lilac used such as a reason to dislike Primrose even more. But even so, Primrose never did hate them. They were victims of the silly code that had been passed down from generation to generation. The kit had always believed, that one day, her sisters would come to their senses. A moon prior to Primrose’s apprenticeship, she had been sparring with Heath. He had gotten much bigger, and his style of sparring became a lot rougher than most other kits their age. During one of their spars, Heath had pushed her away a lot harder than expected, thus causing Primrose to stumble and fall, hitting her head on a rock. Fortunately, however, it wasn’t bad enough that she needed to visit the Clan healer, although she was taken back to the Nursery to recuperate from her injury. Later that day, Heath came to apologize, and Primrose, understanding completely, forgave him without question. From that day on, the two became closer friends.

Chatper II: Apprenticehood
Luckily, Primrose’s injury didn’t hold her back from becoming an Apprentice. Although the day was full of celebration within her family, she was obviously uninvited. But that didn’t matter, as she was assigned a mentor, known as Scoria. The she-cat had a gruff and cold exterior, and more often than not, she was strict with Primrose. But that didn’t bother the she-cat at all. Determined to do what she had wanted to do ever since she was a kit, she wanted to show her Mentor, just how much potential she had, even as a nonbender. During Primrose’s apprenticeship, she saw Aster a lot less than she normally would. But they always seemed to make time between their training. One day, Aster had shared a story about his adventure to the Dragon Heights, and immediately Primrose had asked if he could show her the location, as she had never been there before. Aster had accepted, and the two snuck out of camp. When the pair had arrived, Primrose had been overwhelmed by the sight. A little voice in her head had told her to climb it, and so, she did. Aster had warned her to be careful, and just in case, he followed her up the jagged stones. However, before Primrose could even reach half way, she stumbled and slammed into a rock, jostling it. Immediately, the earth seemed to shake, and rocks began to tumble. Aster was quick to save Primrose, knocking her out of the way as a rock came bearing down on her. But unfortunately, in the chaos the pursued, Aster was caught in the landslide, and crushed. Once the dust settled, Primrose had tried to dig her brother out, but it was no use. The sound of the landslide had alerted many clan mates, and they congregated at the Dragon Heights, only to question Primrose of what had happened. She confessed everything, including the fact that Aster warned her not to climb it. Ianthe, had been one of the cats gathered, and once she had heard the story, she was quick to approach the young apprentice. Aster was Ianthe’s pride and joy, and to have such taken away by a useless nonbender, it had severely angered her. Because of this, Ianthe lashed out on Primrose, shouting about how it should have been her, the nonbender, whom died, instead of Aster. Ultimately, Lotus left Primrose with four deep gashes on her cheek, gashes that would surely scar. From that point on, Primrose was completely disowned and cast out by her family, and many other FireClan warriors, were wary of her. The time after her brother’s death was a difficult one for Primrose. It left the she-cat in a dark place. The only cats she could rely on were her friends, Heath and Sun. Heath, although not very good at being reassuring, was there for her through it all. He provided her whatever solace she needed, a friend to talk to, a shoulder to cry on, anything. And for that, she was truly grateful. It came to her attention, that it was Heath that she could act normally around, just like how she acted with her brother. During her grief, she had picked up some hobbies such as crafting and gardening. Gardening was a strange thing, but she picked up on it quick. It all started when one day she wandered a long the borders between WaterClan and FireClan, only to notice a few buds beginning to grow on FireClan’s side of the territory. They were Asters, the flower in which her late brother was named after. It was like a sign from her own brother, to Prim. The sight of the flowers gave Primrose a light in the darkness she had been surrounded in. It reminded her of her goals, of what she had wanted. Ever since, Primrose began growing in a secret place nearby camp. As for the crafting she had learned such from watching Tinder from afar (i.e she learned how to make flower crowns by watching him) it provided Primrose solace, as well as a way to give those she cared for something special. Once Primrose had fully broken out of the shell of grief, she went straight back to work, seeing as she had fallen slightly behind. Heath had offered his help, and training alongside his brother, Sun, made the training all the more fun! However, such was brief, seeing as Heath soon became wrapped up in his duties to his mentor, leaving both Prim and Sun to themselves. Primrose didn’t mind, but she did notice how Sun seemed to have been falling into depression. Because of this, she often hung out with the tom, offering him a shoulder to lean on, and ears to listen whenever he needed to vent. Due to this, their bond strengthened. Once Heath returned, it was almost like he was a different tom completely. He was more quiet, and he barely ever showed emotion. It worried Primrose, and she’d often hint that, if he needed to talk, she’d always be willing, but only when he was ready. She wasn’t the sort to force such out of Heath, and she didn’t think that would be the way to do it, anyways. So instead, she carried on with their friendship, support both brothers through thick and thin. Although Primrose had slacked on her training, she was able to catch up, thanks to Heath and Sun, as well as her mentor, whom never seemed to give up on her. She became quite a skilled hunter, and even a decent fighter when it came to paw to paw combat.

Chatper III: Warriorhood
Becoming a Warrior of FireClan was something Primrose had been waiting for her entire life, and now, she was one. Having had her ceremony along side her sisters, as well as Heath and Sun, she felt quite content. Although, she thought about Aster as well, and how this would have been his ceremony if it weren’t for her. But those thoughts were banished, for she knew he was watching over her. He’d always watch over her, and he’d always have her back. She knew this, even in death, their bond was unshakable. After the ceremony was over, there was a significant moment, in which she had watched her sisters be fawned over by her parents, while she, just sat in the sidelines. Deep down, Primrose had always wanted the approval of her parents, and she thought by becoming a warrior, she would be able to do that. However, that seemed to not be so. But instead of gaining her parents approval, she was visited by Heath, whom had both congratulated her, and expressed, in his own way, that he was proud of her. That alone was enough to make Primrose happy as well as forget her troubles.

When it was announced that the Avatar was Lazuli of FireClan, Primrose had seemed to have been filled with a fresh boost of hope. Her blind faith that the Avatar would return hadn't been for naught. That night back in FireClan, a party had been thrown, in which she participated alongside Heath and his brother Sun. After that, when the next day came, Primrose watched as Lazuli and Astilbe left to visit the other clans so that Lazuli could learn the elements. However, during the Avatar's absence, Primrose noticed a change, everybody had been preparing, and for what, Primrose didn't want to know. But the day came, when FireClan announced that they'd be attacking WaterClan, and although Primrose disagreed completely with the notion, she saw Heath volunteer himself. Immediately, she stood up as well. She wasn't going to let her best friend go into battle alone. When the time came, Primrose was absolutely terrified, especially when she had been attacked by a park pelted tom. He was strong, and she knew she couldn't beat him by herself, but she fought anyways, not for more territory, but to simply defend herself. It was when Heath had jumped in to help her, did she realize she wasn't fighting to defend herself, but defend Heath. She was fighting for him, and only him. He was the reason she was there, after all. The result of the fight had caused Heath to become quite injured to the point he could no longer fight, and being that she was the only thing between her best friend and their attacker, Primrose found that she had no choice but to defend Heath. And that she did, and surprisingly, she had won. Soon after, WaterClan fled, and Primrose watched, sadness gripping at her very being. She didn't want this.

R O L E P L A Y
Current Status: Open
  Timezone: EST; Eastern Standard Time

  Roleplay Availability:

      Chatrooms - This isn't my most preferred method, but I'm willing to try it.

      Notes - This is perhaps my most preferred method.

      Skype - This is another method I like as well.

      Google Docs - I've never done this before, but I'm willing to try. You just have to explain this method to me.

      Forum - I've never posted on a forum before, although I've been to forum sites, they're pretty complicated to me. But I can try, but I might respond
slower than usual considering I need to figure out how to do it.

      Comments - I've actually never Roleplayed in the comments before, but to my knowledge it can be pretty crowded. I don't exactly prefer this method.

      Roleplay Ratings:
  G - Yes
  PG - Yes
PG-13 - Yes
  R/M - Yes

Roleplay Example: Taken from a drabble I wrote

Shrewmask thought she had been dreaming. Or more like, she wished she had been dreaming. At least, whatever happened in dreams, were never real. But this, this was certainly real.

Before her lay the frozen, hairless body of the one cat that she could honestly say that probably meant the most to her out of the many cats she had met during her lifetime. Or one of them, at the very least. Curled up, cold and and unresponsive, was Maggotbelly. A cat in which Shrewmask had loved from afar ever since the very beginning of her time with StormClan. It had been moons ago, but she could remember the first day she met him, so warm and kind to her, whom never questioned her strength or abilities as a cat. He had been one of the many few, and now, he lay dead before her. Cold and alone. This wasn't supposed to happen, not like this, and especially, not to him.

The she-cat crouched beside him, her much smaller body trying oh so desperately to curl around him, as if she could somehow, in some weird miracle, thaw him out. But he didn't stirr. He was so stiff. A sound escaped her before she even realized it, as well as the wetness on her cheeks that had somehow had now came to her realization. How long had she been crying? Did she just start? Or did she begin when she had first laid eyes on him, but too numb to notice from the initial shock? She didn't know. But those salty tears streamed, and the loud wails that escaped her left her throat raw and aching. But she didn't stop, couldn't stop.

"Maggot...belly." It was the first word she had managed during her sobbing, and still the way her voice contorted with /emotion/ was extremely unfamiliar to her. Was that her even speaking? It had to be, nobody else was around to see her in such a pitiful state. She pressed herself as close as she possibly could, her body contorting to fit against his. She searched for comfort, just like she had done when she was a kit, and naturally, his warmth would have enveloped her and left her feeling sleepy and lulled into contentment. But there was none of that here, just a cold, empty body of what once was the tom she loved dearly, whom she still loved dearly, even in death.

Death...

Maggotbelly.. Dead... It was so uncanny to her. How could he be... dead. How could something so warm, so kind, and so deserving of life, be dead? Left in the cold to freeze; forgotten. No, this wasn't what was supposed to happen! This wasn't Maggotbelly's place! He should have died, old and content beside Littlefoot. Not alone, and so utterly cold that even the blood that pumped through his viens were frozen. This was not his place. No, this was her place. She was supposed to die alone, frozen as no cat wished to sleep beside her. This was not a death worthy for him, he deserved to die at peace, as an elder. That was supposed to be the way he went.

Slowly, instead of sadness, anger began to fill the void in her heart. Bitter, hateful anger. Who did this? Who left him alone?! Why wasn't Littlefoot around?! Littlefoot... the she-cat Maggotbelly had chosen to spend his life with, and she was nowhere! Did she even care that her mate was dead, frozen solid by the deathly chill of leaf-bare? How could she let such a valuable tom pass in such a way! She should have been around, to keep him warm through even the coldest of nights! Why... wasn't she here.

Why did Shrewmask have to lay beside the tom she loved so dearly, for the first time in moons, but he was not conscious of it? Why did he have to be dead.. Sadness took over her entire being once more, and she just lay there, allowing the warm and salty tears to melt the snow that they fell upon. Why! Why? Why...

Why did he have to be taken away from her just when she was finally used to watching and admiring him from afar. If StarClan was real, why did they decide that it was his time to pass on? Why did every good being that meant something to her, had to be taken away? Why did she have to be alone? It wasn't fun being alone, she had known loneliness for her entire life, but still, the loneliness she had felt in that moment, could not equate to any pain she had felt in her lifetime. Her chest was tight, and breathes in themselves were hard to get in and out of her lungs. Her paws were numb with cold, and she could barely feel the tips of her ears. But all of that didn't matter! It'd never matter! She knew from that moment on, a deep wound had been left within her heart, one she was sure that would never heal. It'd always remain open and bleeding. A life without Maggotbelly hardly seemed like a life at all... She'd miss those times, where she had found strange pride to have lined his nest with feathers. Or to greet him with a small, and barely audible 'hello' whenever she could. Maybe even a privledge to see that smile of his, even though it wasn't her that made him feel happiness. It was all enough to make Shrewmask at least somewhat content. But what now? Would there be any of that anymore? Certainly not! The thought alone tore the already gaping hole in Shrewmask's heart bigger.

From now on, no Maggotbelly. There would be no way she could have told him she loved him now, her first love. The one of the very few persons she feared for; fought for, lived for. The tom whom she would have protected with her life! The feline whom she had loved without reason... That had never, and would never love her in the same way. He was gone, completely, from her life now. And there was no way of bringing him back. No amount of bodyheat shared would thaw the life back into him. No, nothing could be done.

So without knowing what else to do, than to feel sorry for herself and her poor excuse of a life, and feel sorry for her dear friend, and beloved, Maggotbelly, she wept.

"I'm so, so sorry..." She said, the words broken and barely distinguished. I love you she thought. I'm sorry, so sorry.